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Kyle Dal Santo Sep 2018
Our relationship, our rendezvous, began more innocent than most,
We were teenagers, we were harmless, nothing sinister about us
Just looking for a way to break the boredom
It began before we were capable of such sinister selfish thought
Before she was looking for something more dangerous
Before I was looking for another easy exit
There were moments where my intentions were less than honorable
Yet little ever came from it
Even then I understood control, understood direction
Our would be sins were regrettable, never forgettable
I warned you from the beginning, I was something a little different
A troubled boy with a troubled past,
A damaged heart, leftover by a damaged girl
She was the love I should’ve realized when I still had a heart
When I still had love to give
I thought I was still salvageable
But I didn’t hide the damage
I plainly stated “Heavily used and abused, 50 % off”
And I read her clearly the disclaimer across my chest
“Sunshine, I’m the thunderstorm here to rain on your parade,
Babygirl, I’m the kind of boy you need to be afraid of
I’m the devil in wolf’s clothing
Run before I sink my teeth in, and bleed your neck dry
But she had a storm of her own
And she swept me up like a hurricane
And when her eyes met mine, I swear lightning struck
Your kiss like a rogue wave, your heart like thunder
The rain on the window, your head on my shoulder
And then we Titanic’d the windows
We sauna’d the backseats  
We did it, with a capital DID IT
She wrapped her arms around me
And my wooden heart started to crack
And I even started to feel human again
She’d hug me, and I thought I’d might feel sane again
But I wasn’t okay, and it was obvious
Suffering from Post Traumatic Love Disorder
Yeah it’s ******* cheesy, but I like how it sounded
And I was fishing for an excuse
Hunting for an excuse to blame you for her sins
Because when you’re sick, you pass it on
You don’t mean or want to, but misery loves company
I started pointing fingers, and laying blame wherever you walked
I made it hard to love me, hard to like me
One day you had enough and politely screamed “Why…”
I replied “Because I hold grudges, and I don’t care,”
After a few weeks, neither did you
Your bad habits would stink up your bedroom, and mine
You gave me the rope to hang us both
I had all the evidence to execute us
I branded you a witch and me a demon
And burned us both
I left you to rot, and for that I will never forgive us
The pain I know you feel makes me scream and cry
Wish I could take it all, if only to see you smile
I hate myself for leaving, because we’ll never be the same
How dare I leave when I had so much left to say
If being me is such a crime, you never told me
I never asked to be this lonely
But I did force you out
Our failure is my fault only
Now when I’m with her, I think of you
And I hate you for that
You never gave me a chance t be better than him
You never gave me a chance to be good enough
One chance could have been enough
You could have been my everything
I would have given you everything
Now to humble me,
I am forced to witness an eternal insult
A most beautiful, ****, powerful woman
Who could have been a queen
Forever betrothed to a fool.
Now, my heart only beats for war
Like when I burned our castle down
Kyle D.
Descending upon a barren desolate wasteland
a true zone of infinity
and depth one sees the crutch one
carries into the ocean of plenitude
and gluttons bearing torches
snigger under death breath
breath death
smoking cigarettes
in the carousal of fools.

The carnival of errors,
Life itself.
Brent Kincaid Jul 2018
They claim to be Christians
But ignore the teachings of Jesus.
They say they are compassionate
But only say it to tease us.
They voted for Republicans
And let them steal what they want.
They stand behind Donald Trump
No matter the sins he flaunts.

They throw away the national rights
As if they are their own to give.
I swear some of my friends and family
Are too **** dumb to even live.
I am always surprised that they
Have not dumbed themselves to death
Because they don’t seem to have the brains
To figure how to take their next breath.

It’s easy to see my friends like that
And even easier to know em.
Just go back and re-read the title
And the words of this poem.

Yes, some are my family members, too,
And I saw what made them that way.
I couldn’t reason with them back then
And have no better luck even today.
It seems that some people are angry
That they weren’t born pretty and rich
So, they look at other people who have
And regularly call them a *******.

They never learned to enjoy what they have
Instead of ******* about what others got.
They see someone they were trained to hate
And they immediately get dangerously hot.
The problem is that these are the people
That turn into online haters and trolls
And sadly, every one of them shows up
And votes hatred and bigotry at the polls.

It’s easy to see my friends like that
And even easier to know em.
Just go back and re-read the title
And the words of this poem.

So, for that reason, if no other motivation
The rest of us need to get out and vote
Otherwise all of us will drop below the waves
From all being in the same sinking boat.
There is plenty of propaganda out there
A lot of us hidden under fake, paid names
That it doesn’t matter because in D.C.
Both of the parties are the very same.

Yes, its is said often, but if that were true,
Would the GOP spend so many billions
Making **** sure their reign never ends?
Because regardless of the claims made
Making America great doesn’t not depend
On taking money from the poor citizens
And giving it to the rich people in the end.

It’s easy to see my friends like that
And even easier to know em.
Just go back and re-read the title
And the words of this poem.
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Pop Idol


Milk the applause, savour the day;
You only have thirty seconds left,
Of your fifteen minutes of fame.
Another band falls off the conveyor belt;
It’s time for you to be replaced, by another covers band.


Another wanna-bee, another piece of human trash;
Who simply follows the money.
In search of their star, in the music hall of fame.
Do you seriously think, you can last the pace?
And make another album that sells like your first?
You naïve fool, that’s what they call consumerism
And you’re definitely not, a new sensation.


You’re just another advertisement;
For their hit T.V. show, with the losers and the freaks.
Don’t you realize you’re only a star of car crash T.V.?


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Confused By Love, Enlightened By Life.


Hey there mystery girl, with your pale green eyes,
This feeling has come as quite a surprise
And my feelings for you I can no longer deny.
I've known you for years
And we've never got it together.
Now I wish the two of us,
Had always been together.


For now when I see you, my eyes become transfixed
And my full attention, to you, I can finally give;
Without a distraction, for this risk I can take;
For in you I could trust, to ruin today.
If with me, you could fall in love and I believe you could,
Then that would make two of us who are fools for love.


But that guys distracting you
And when it's over I'll come a knocking,
Because our night together, cannot be forgotten
And simply spending time with you,
Simply watching a movie;
Makes me so incredibly happy.


And to simply hold you next to me
And to know you want to be with me,
Is always a part of my favorite day-dream.
I can't believe I said we had to part,
Because I was scared you would break my heart,
Or you would fall apart.


Now I feel so sad inside, without you my amour,
For you I simply still adore
And these feelings I can no longer ignore.


But writing this poem makes me feel sad,
For I should just forget you
And we should just have a laugh
And maybe become the best of friends.
I hope you know, that on me you can depend;
To hide my feelings…
For all my daydreaming must now come to an end.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
ardnaxela Jun 2018
I tripped along the railroad tracks
trying to escape from your trespasses of my trust;
trotting t'wards that treasure I hid
on a trail beyond those trees there.
Triggered by treachery, the truth in these tribulations
trialed and errored and transformed..
Tricky triumph, trifle *****.
I tripped along the railroad tracks.
sometimes love makes us clumsy.
Colm Jun 2018
Remeber when we were young?
When we thought we could light the world on fire with our tongues?
When we could lose ourselves in one another and we didn't care?
About anything...
So young
So dumb
So young, so dumb compared to he
ClawedBeauty101 Jun 2018
I believe these things of Wisdom to be true...
and more things of wisdom I wish I knew....

Some of us believe we are wise and safe enough to be foolish and to be a fool

Then some believe wisdom can be gained through the foolishness as a tool

Some of us believe we are wise enough with what we say and do when it comes to deep love

but in honesty... we are humans... who make many mistakes... and sometimes... are not wise enough...
I so wish I had more wisdom with things... sometimes I feel taken back I'm not sure if anything I say is wise or not... this poem isn't all that good, so it'll probably be deleted

We live in a fallen world, and it's so easy to believe we have great wisdom... but too easily.. we can fall
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